Page 2 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
I didn’t intend on seeing her again, wanted her to realize I’d left without waking her because I had nothing to say. Just—nothing.
Now, she was just a thing, in the bed, in my life—in the way.
I didn’t have time for a shower and stepped right out, the cold air stinging my damp skin. My bike roared to life as I jumped on it; this was good. I needed the distraction, didn’t need sleep. I just wanted to fuck off, away from that dream as quickly as I could.
In exactly twelve minutes, I was parked up outside Fifth Gear, the bar owned and run by our MC, Iron Thunder. The back of it housed our private Clubhouse where all the other bikes were already standing out front.
Flash had clearly called everyone else.
Looked like I was one of the last to arrive.
Flash and Ghost were standing squarely at the bar’s entrance, and as I walked up toward them, I could see it on their faces—something wasn’t quite right. I could sense it, too, in the way the others were hanging about the place. Seemed like the MC was on high alert; were we watching out for an attack or something? Had we received a tip-off from a rival MC?
What the fuck was going on?
“Care to tell me what’s up?” I shouted across. Flash and Ghost were deep in conversation with each other in a hushed tone. They looked up at me.
“Took your bloody time,” Ghost complained.
“I was in bed.”
“With some chick,” he added.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter right now. He’s here. You need to take care of this,” Flash commanded, his tone enough to shut up Ghost, who was clearly on edge about something.
“I’ll take care of it as soon as someone tells me what the problem is.”
Behind us, I heard Spike making his way around the back of the building, shouting orders at prospects who went scattering away. He was the MC Enforcer, the guy responsible for training the fresh prospects who followed his every command like it was the Gospel.
“Where the fuck you been?” he growled, coming over to us.
“In bed—fucking some chick,” Ghost said.
“Want an introduction?” I snapped at him, and Flash had to step in again.
“Cut it out!”
“Make sure nobody gets in or out!” Spike shouted at a pair of Prospects standing near the bikes. They straightened up, nodding. “I better not catch you fuckin’ nodding off.”
I was still waiting for someone to fill me in, but they all seemed too caught up with setting the place in order.
Spike nodded at me. “Good, you’re here.”
As we were walking in, I caught Flash’s elbow. “Wanna tell me what’s going on here?”
“Had to call a committee meeting.”
“An emergency committee meeting? Why? In the middle of the night?”
He stopped in his tracks, throwing a look over his shoulder.
“We’re trying not to announce it; one of our guys was found in Silver Knights territory.”
I glared at Flash, expecting this to lead somewhere.
“So?”
“There’s more to it,” he said, tugging his arm away, but I made it clear I wasn’t going to follow him inside till I got the full picture. Why were they all so cagey?
The others were inside, Flash and I the only ones at the door, other than the fresh prospects assigned guard duty by Spike.
“I need an explanation before I walk in there looking like an idiot.”
“You’ll find out more when you’re in there.”
“Why can’t you tell me now?”
“Because we’re fuckin’ trying to keep it under wraps. Nobody other than the core team needs to know. Don’t want any other idiots getting ideas.”
“So you’re telling me none of us are allowed in the Silver Knights territory? Was he just riding through? Do we know what he was doing there exactly? Or is this some sorta witch hunt?”
Flash’s face was stormy, dark and rigid. They were making a big deal out of nothing, unless I was missing something. Eventually, he relaxed his shoulders a little and I sensed he was about to spill the beans.
“There’s more to it than that. That fucker sold our shipment to them.”
For a second, I thought I hadn’t heard him right.
“He… What did you just say?”
I watched as he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head.
“Yeah, who knows where he got the idea? He was supposed to travel with tonight’s shipment. Instead, he took it straight to the Silver Knights.”
I could feel the blood in my veins literally going cold.
This wasn’t what I’d been expecting to hear.
This was going to result in severe consequences.
Flash stepped back, pushing open the doors with his back.
“Satisfied now?” he snapped. Then he disappeared inside.
It was going to take me a minute to grapple with the news and I tried to mentally comb through the roster.
Who was supposed to be on watch for tonight’s shipment? I couldn’t remember. It had to be one of the new guys, not someone who mattered too much, or Flash would have told me his name.
